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But here’s the kicker—some asshole last week, he’s all, “Just a back rub, bro,” and I’m like, fuck off, you ignorant prick! Sexual-massage ain’t no PG-13 bullshit—it’s primal, it’s “fill me with your absence” from *Blue*, that ache you can’t shake. I’m lyin’ there, she’s teasin’ every nerve, and I’m happy as a pig in shit, thinkin’, “This is it, this is the greed I live for!”—more touch, more heat, more everything. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Felt like I owned the world for 60 minutes.

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So, I take a break, head to the cafeteria. The food? Ugh, don’t even get me started. It’s like they’re trying to punish us with mystery meat. I sit down with my coffee, and I see this old guy, Mr. Papadopoulos, sitting alone. He’s a regular. Always has a story. Today, he’s talking about the good ol’ days in Tavros. “Back in my day, we had real streets, not these pothole nightmares!” he says. I chuckle. He’s not wrong.

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